Getting off solo

After pumping Marcus London dry, it was my turn to play. I stripped off slow and stretched out, letting him watch every move. My hands slid down, fingers already slick as I rubbed my clit in slow circles, pushing two deep while my hips rolled against nothing but air. Each thrust made my tits bounce, nipples tight from the chill of the room. I moaned louder than I had to, watching Marcus catch his breath and fight to get hard again just from the show.